Anotherandom is unapologetically radical. We fuse storytelling and bold statements, a medium for emotional expression and self-reflection.
We give voice to the thoughts that won’t stay quiet, and we refuse to stay quiet about them. From anxiety and depression to trauma and the raw chaos of simply being human, every piece becomes a way to unfold what words often can’t express.
This is therapy. This is protest. This is crafted confession.
Website / Link to Portfolio: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1et4M8R5nsJRbbauJ9r0s8usk7gzM_MU8?usp=drive_link
Publication/Work:
Publication 01 / Everyone Is Broken
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This isn't a traditional publication. Anotherandom doesn't do safe, and we're not here to behave.
We're presenting a story through materials most people ignore. The idea is simple: what’s broken doesn’t always show on the outside—but it lives in everything we wear, carry, and bury. The 'book' will be packaged in a cassette case, heat-wrapped, then smashed. Not for aesthetic, but because something about us breaks every time we try to hold it all together. Inside, it holds fragments of a personal diary—raw thoughts on growth, failure, identity, and the sharp turns that shape who we are.
The piece blends text, label, stitch, and silence, each assembled by hand, each one fractured differently. No two are the same, because no one breaks the same way. It won’t sit on a shelf like a normal book. It exists to bother you, and it will linger in you. This is a publication dressed as debris, and a book that refuses to be whole.
Publication 02 / The Memory of Dying, Things Fade, so We Remember Wrong.
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This isn’t built to last. It’s printed on thermal paper—meant to fade, meant to disappear. Sealed airtight, but still dying from the moment it’s made.
Second publication is about memory, death, and the way we forget. Not just in the body, but in the mind. Not everything fades because of time. Sometimes it’s because it hurt too much to keep. Sometimes our brain takes it away so we can stay okay.
I take photos of dead things—birds, rats, small lives that have stopped moving. They’ll be part of this work. But the words and images won’t stay.
They’ll fade slowly, like how memories do. Not all at once, but piece by piece. Because memory isn’t perfect. It’s not a file we can open again and again.
Every time we remember, we rebuild the moment. Using what we still have. What we still feel. And what we want it to mean now.
This isn’t a book you keep. It’s one you witness. Maybe while it disappears, you’ll remember something you thought you forgot, or realize how much of it you made up just to survive.
anotherandom
A place for the thoughts that won’t stay quiet.
Anotherandom is unapologetically radical. We fuse storytelling and bold statements, a medium for emotional expression and self-reflection.
We give voice to the thoughts that won’t stay quiet, and we refuse to stay quiet about them. From anxiety and depression to trauma and the raw chaos of simply being human, every piece becomes a way to unfold what words often can’t express.
This is therapy. This is protest. This is crafted confession.
BANGSAR SOUTH NO.8 , JALAN KERINCHI 59200 KUALA LUMPUR
Publication 01 / Everyone Is Broken
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This isn't a traditional publication. Anotherandom doesn't do safe, and we're not here to behave.
We're presenting a story through materials most people ignore. The idea is simple: what’s broken doesn’t always show on the outside—but it lives in everything we wear, carry, and bury. The 'book' will be packaged in a cassette case, heat-wrapped, then smashed. Not for aesthetic, but because something about us breaks every time we try to hold it all together. Inside, it holds fragments of a personal diary—raw thoughts on growth, failure, identity, and the sharp turns that shape who we are.
The piece blends text, label, stitch, and silence, each assembled by hand, each one fractured differently. No two are the same, because no one breaks the same way. It won’t sit on a shelf like a normal book. It exists to bother you, and it will linger in you. This is a publication dressed as debris, and a book that refuses to be whole.
Publication 02 / The Memory of Dying, Things Fade, so We Remember Wrong.
-
This isn’t built to last. It’s printed on thermal paper—meant to fade, meant to disappear. Sealed airtight, but still dying from the moment it’s made.
Second publication is about memory, death, and the way we forget. Not just in the body, but in the mind. Not everything fades because of time. Sometimes it’s because it hurt too much to keep. Sometimes our brain takes it away so we can stay okay.
I take photos of dead things—birds, rats, small lives that have stopped moving. They’ll be part of this work. But the words and images won’t stay.
They’ll fade slowly, like how memories do. Not all at once, but piece by piece. Because memory isn’t perfect. It’s not a file we can open again and again.
Every time we remember, we rebuild the moment. Using what we still have. What we still feel. And what we want it to mean now.
This isn’t a book you keep. It’s one you witness. Maybe while it disappears, you’ll remember something you thought you forgot, or realize how much of it you made up just to survive.